IG88 - Changing Elevation lyrics

[Verse 1: Beige] When you put it on paper it shouldn't work But intangible rabbit hole in the earth Opens up to give birth To the thing that you can't physically feel But you know when you're around it you get healed I can't explain it Other than to say I'm spellbound I got a tingle from my brain to my tailbone I disconnect and in the darkness I hear whale sounds But in reality my hand is on the railroad tracks I can't feel it with caress But I feel it with my heart I dealt with the stress when my world fell apart The nucleus stayed intact, but in fact All my bruises fade from blue to black, is this a trap? The baits waiting for me, I'm powerless before it I can't resist her aura, I'm wandering in the forest I'm searching for the beacon, and frankly speakin' I'm ready to feel the trap's teeth in my ankle as they sink in [Chorus] I can't explain it Heads feeling like I'm changing elevation As oxygen thins my thoughts are racin' My minds made up and I'm not equipped to change it X2 [Verse 2: IAME] Life on the perspective grid This decorative checkerboard Of highs and lows, all terrain It's always changin' I'm trying to collect a bit Of bread and get some country club etiquette Instead of being punch drunk and irreverent Too high is what I've never been [??] I won't settle for nothing less than success I'm double edged I'm trying to take gillettes to the stress And machetes to the debt Before they combine and align the guillotine over my neck I'm like, when's that finna drop? Like your record I hope the date gets pushed back Or the sh** gets shelved all together But unless it's coming out on Heaven Noise I have no say in the matter But I have a choice on how the weight of the matter effects me And I have some methods for distraction but they ain't fail safe Even when I've barricaded my [??] over therapy These thoughts creep back in into my skin like parabens To terrorize me and it don't matter where or when I need a CAT scan, I'm seeing some sh** that isn't there again Rap hands like I'm playing a invisible theremin I'm not terribly arrogant In this biz that's akin to speaking Arabic In a room full of obese Americans Who love their Toby Keith and SUVs But I'mma need more than four wheel drive for this ascent This urban airs a brick I'm trying to climb though air is thin I need some sherpas for the lift and some time to soak it in [Chorus]